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Chapter Four
My eyes dart open andI quickly sit up gasping, the remnant of a nightmare still heavy at the forefront of my mind. I blink around the dim room before my eyes land on Hudson who’s laying on his back, arm tucked behind his head, sleeping soundly. Instantly I start to relax.
It was just a nightmare...
I don’t even remember what I was dreaming about, only that I was trying so hard to wake myself up. Kind of like yesterday at the courthouse when Stephanie had introduced herself as Hudson’s wife.
It seemed so unreal at the time. Hell, I still don’t think I’ve fully wrapped my head around everything that transpired.
Glancing at the clock on my bedside table I see that it’s right after six p.m. Not sure when I fell asleep or how I managed to sleep so soundly in the middle of the day, I slip out from under the covers and carefully climb from the bed.
Deciding I’m in need of a toothbrush and a very hot shower, I step into the en suite and quietly close the door behind me.
Catching sight of myself in the mirror, I have to do a double take. My hair is knotted and flat on one side. My eyes are bloodshot with red lining the underneath. And not an ounce of the make-up I applied this morning is present. I look awful. Like I’ve aged five years in less than twenty-four hours.
After brushing my teeth for longer than necessary, my mind is still swirling around everything that happened.
Where I’ve chosen to forgive him, the knot in the pit of my stomach is still present. I’d hoped rest would ease some of the strain from the day.
Pulling back the shower curtain, I turn the water on as hot as it will go and let it heat up before stripping out of my clothes and stepping inside.
The water temperature is just how I like it. Hot enough to relax away the tension but not so hot that I burn myself.
I quickly wet my hair and lather in some shampoo, not realizing I’m no longer alone in the bathroom until I hear the shower curtain move.
Peeking one eye open, I catch sight of a bare chested Hudson seconds before he slides into the shower with me.
“Hey,” he grumbles, his hands going into my hair as he helps me rinse. “You sleep okay?”
I wipe my face with my hands and open my eyes, not missing the hesitant way Hudson is studying me. It’s almost like he’s not sure how to act.
“Not really,” I admit truthfully. “But I do feel a little better. You?”
“I had trouble falling asleep. Got about an hour.” He shrugs, grabbing the conditioner from my hands before squirting a large dollop into his palm. “Turn around.” His hands go into my hair as soon as I do, working the conditioner from root to tip.
“Mmm.” I tilt my head back further, loving the feeling of his fingers against my scalp. He massages for at least a solid two minutes before having me turn back around to rinse.
Laying a light kiss to my bottom lip as soon as the conditioner is rinsed, Hudson moves on to the body wash. Squeezing some onto my loofah, he works it into a lather before pressing it to my shoulder.
He watches me intently as he slides the pink ball across my collar bone and down the side of my breast. I bite my bottom lip, not wanting to feel as turned on as I do but also unable to control it.
A part of me feels like we need to take it slow and make sure we’re still on the same page. The other part of me is ready to slide into his arms and beg him to make me forget. This part becomes increasingly harder to ignore when he nudges my legs open with his knee and slides the loofah across the too sensitive area between my thighs.
Hudson is laser focused. His forehead crinkles in concentration as he washes me, and even though I can tell he wants more, he makes no attempt to push for it.
I, on the other hand, am less controlled and tend to act more on emotion than anything else. Which is why when he moves to pull the loofah away, I grab his forearm, keeping it in place.
Reaching between us, I peel the soapy ball from his hand so that he’s touching me skin to skin. He lets out a shaky breath and meets my gaze.
“Lennon,” he warns when I move against his hand, desperate for friction. “I’m trying to give you some time here but if you keep riding my hand like that all bets are off.”
“Then what the hell are you waiting for?” I snag my hand around the back of his neck and pull him to me. Our mouths crashing together seconds later.
I moan when his mouth opens and his tongue slides against mine. At the same time two fingers dip inside of me. I didn’t realize how desperate I was to feel him like this. Especially after believing I never would again.
“I want you, Hudson,” I pant against his lips. “Right now.” I press down on his hand, needing to feel his fingers deeper.
“I’m all yours, baby.” He smiles as he withdraws his hand and spins me around so that my back is pressed to his front. “But I’m going to warn you, I’m not going to be gentle.” He presses his hand against the middle of my back and guides me forward so that I’m slightly bent with my ass sticking out.
